Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

You will learn to live outside of it again, as impossible as that may sound. Others who share your pain will also help you heal. Because you are not alone. Not in your fear or your grief or your hopes or your dreams. You are not alone.

“I don’t want to wake up when I’m seventy-four only to realize I haven’t lived.”

But I think there is a magical link between you and me. A bond that not even distance can break.

A transcendent connection. A divine threshold.

A sublime feast that fed me on days when I was starving. I love you, Iris.

“Read to me, Roman.”

“Marry me, Iris Elizabeth Winnow,” Roman whispered, drawing back to look at her. “I want to spend all my days and all my nights with you. Marry me.”

It’s not a crime to feel joy, even when things seem hopeless. Iris, look at me. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I intend to see that you have it.”

“Iris,” said Roman, “you are worthy of love. You are worthy to feel joy right now, even in the darkness. And just in case you’re wondering … I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to leave, and even then, we might need to negotiate.”